Pun Intended

The train was chugging along the tracks, its rhythmic clatter the only sound punctuating the otherwise quiet morning. Commuters sat in their usual spots—some with earbuds in, others half-asleep, scrolling through their phones. But then, near the middle of the car, two guys were on a mission to make the otherwise uneventful ride a comedy show for the ages.

Tom and Jerry—yes, you heard that right—were no strangers to the art of dad jokes. They had made a pact years ago to never let a single train ride go by without filling it with puns and laughter. And today? Today was no exception.

Tom nudged Jerry with an elbow, a mischievous grin already forming on his face.

“Hey, Jerry,” he began, leaning in like he was about to deliver the most profound statement ever. “What did the ocean say to the beach?”

Jerry looked up, feigning confusion. “I don’t know. What?”

“Nothing, it just waved!” Tom burst out laughing.

Jerry groaned, shaking his head. “That’s terrible. I can already tell this is gonna be a long ride.”

But before Tom could answer, Jerry leaned forward, preparing for his turn. “Alright, Tom. Why did the bicycle fall over?”

Tom tapped his chin, deep in thought. “Hmm… Why?”

“Because it was two-tired!” Jerry said, beaming.

Tom stared at him in mock disbelief. “Oh, that’s awful. You should be ashamed.”

But then they both erupted into laughter, clearly enjoying the ridiculousness of their own jokes more than anyone else on the train.

Around them, passengers cast curious glances, some smiling, others clearly trying not to listen. But Tom and Jerry didn’t care. They were having the time of their lives.

“Alright, alright,” Tom said, catching his breath. “I’ve got a classic for you. Why don’t skeletons ever fight each other?”

Jerry rolled his eyes. “I dunno, why?”

“Because they don’t have the guts!” Tom said, throwing his arms up in mock triumph.

“Oh no, that one’s a real knee-slapper,” Jerry said sarcastically, but he was grinning anyway.

The train slowed as it approached a station, but Tom wasn’t about to stop the pun train now. “Okay, here’s one. What do you call fake spaghetti?”

Jerry leaned in, eager for the punchline. “I give up. What?”

“An impasta!” Tom said, winking like he’d just delivered a punch to the gut.

Jerry couldn’t help it; he laughed until he almost choked. “You’re killing me, Tom! Alright, alright, my turn.”

The train rolled on, the two of them completely lost in their own world. “What do you call a pile of cats?” Jerry asked.

Tom raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, I’m intrigued. What?”

“A meow-tain!” Jerry answered, bursting into laughter.

Tom doubled over, nearly knocking his coffee cup out of his hand. “I can’t even keep up with you. That’s just cruel.”

“I’m on fire today!” Jerry said proudly, but his grin faded as he thought of his next joke. “Okay, okay, here’s a good one. What did one hat say to the other?”

Tom looked puzzled. “I’m not sure. What?”

“Stay here, I’m going on ahead!” Jerry said, barely holding it together.

Tom burst out laughing again, the sound filling the car, much to the amusement of their fellow passengers.

“You know, we should do this every day,” Jerry said, wiping tears from his eyes. “Who knew a train ride could be this fun?”

As the train neared the next stop, Tom looked at Jerry and gave him a sly grin. “Alright, last one. Why can’t you give Elsa a balloon?”

Jerry gave him a puzzled look. “I have no idea. Why?”

“Because she’ll let it go!” Tom said with a flourish.

And just like that, the train came to a screeching halt, signaling the end of their pun-filled journey. The two looked at each other, their faces aching from laughter, but the fun wasn’t over. As the train doors opened and people began to disembark, Tom and Jerry exchanged one final, knowing glance.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow, right?” Jerry asked with a grin.

“Absolutely,” Tom said, already looking forward to the next ride.

And as they stepped off the train, leaving the laughter behind them, they knew the next day would bring a fresh set of puns—and a whole new world of dad jokes.